Aunt Bessie was one of the best human beings I’ve ever known.
She was kind and loving. She had a gentle spirit. I can’t remember her ever saying anything negative about anyone, even if the person deserved it. She was always eager to help those in need. She wasn’t wealthy, but she gave sacrificially to her church and to other ministries.
But Aunt Bessie knew little about theology. She didn’t have much education. She prayed constantly for other people — including for my sisters and me — and she read her Bible all the time. In a private conversation at her house while I was still in college, though — just a few years before she died — she admitted to me that she struggled to understand the language of the King James Bible.
That lack of intellectual understanding of scripture troubled her, she said, but she just knew she loved God and trusted in Jesus with her whole heart. She wanted to be the best person she knew how to be and live as she thought God wanted.
Now let me tell you about someone entirely different.

We’re all a little crazy; I worry about those who don’t know it
Wait, was she flirting with me? My history shows I’m clueless
Dark times on Earth trigger my emotions about Artemis launch
Police shut down dealer in the never-ending ‘War on Lemonade’
Abortion debate gives us lots of candidates for ‘Idiot of the Year’
Why does the mainstream ignore those whose predictions were right?
As world descends into madness, back away and guard your heart
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’